Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.